The first volume of pearl curtains rolls up the western mountain rain at dusk Chapter 45: Bloody Disaster
Xiahou Zhuo occupied Yan Qingzhi's bed. He was still feeling smug when he saw Yan Qingzhi and Li Diudiu coming back with food. So he stretched out his hand like a noble lady and said, "Help me up."
Yan Qingzhi rolled his eyes at him, and Xiahou Zhuo said, "Be more humane."
Yan Qingzhi looked at Li Chi, and Li Chi said, "You didn't call me."
Yan Qingzhi rolled his eyes at Li Chi again.
Xiahou Zhuo said: "Although the teacher is not my teacher, he is the teacher of the academy, and I am the academy's student. Once a teacher, always a father. The teacher helped me change the medicine for my wound. A doctor is like a parent, so..."
When he said this, he stopped and vaguely felt that he had suffered a loss.
Li Diudiu gave him a thumbs up and said, "Awesome!"
Yan Qingzhi felt that if he didn't give him a hand, he would be unworthy of his dual identity as a father, so he went over to help Xiahou Zhuo up. Xiahou Zhuo had already propped himself up and was about to get out of bed. As he sat up, he said, "No, no, no, I don't need you."
Li Diudiu placed the food on the table. If the rice he brought back was divided into ten portions, Xiahou Zhuo and Yan Qingzhi would get two portions each, and he would get six portions. He divided it very consciously.
It happens naturally, there's no need to be polite.
After the three of them finished their meal, Yan Qingzhi stood up and said, "Don't pack up yet, come with me."
Xiahou Zhuo: "Where are you going?"
Yan Qingzhi said: "I didn't tell you."
Xiahou Zhuo: “Tsk…”
Yan Qingzhi took Li Diudiu out of the courtyard. Xiahou Zhuo felt that the two people had bad intentions when they left. Sure enough, about two moments later, the two people reappeared in his sight. They dismantled Xiahou Zhuo's bed and carried it back.
Xiahou Zhuo knew at a glance that it was his bed, because there was a string of tassels hanging on the head of the bed. His face changed, and he endured the pain from his wound and walked over quickly to grab the tassels, looking like he cherished them very much.
This is an accessory, probably used to hang on the belt. There is a red bead on it, I don’t know what material it is made of, but it looks very bright and beautiful, and the tassel is lavender, which matches the bead very beautifully.
He went back silently, then lay down on Yan Qingzhi's bed, facing inside, still holding the accessory in his hand.
"Are you still angry?"
Yan Qingzhi walked to the bedside and thought that he should explain a few words.
"I injured my waist while practicing martial arts. If I sleep on the ground, I won't be able to straighten my waist the next day, so..."
"fine."
Xiahou Zhuo said: "It's not because of the bed."
Yan Qingzhi looked at the accessory that he was holding tightly in his hand, and suddenly remembered something. He sighed softly, turned around and left without saying anything else, but his face was full of guilt.
Outside the courtyard, Yan Qingzhi stood there in a daze, looking a little unhappy. Li Diudiu walked over to him with his purple clay teapot and handed it to him: "Sir, tea."
Li Diudiu noticed that Yan Qingzhi looked unhappy, so he asked, "Sir, are you angry with Xiahou Zhuo?"
"No, I'm not that stingy."
Yan Qingzhi looked back inside the room. Xiahou Zhuo had just fallen asleep after taking the medicine. He whispered to Li Diudiu, "That pendant, the one with red beads and tassels, is at the head of Xiahou Zhuo's bed."
Li Diudiu hummed: "I said she was very beautiful."
"It should be his sister's."
Yan Qingzhi let out a long breath and said, "Xiahou's life was actually... not easy. His mother and his father had a complicated relationship. His mother didn't want to be a concubine and be looked down upon in the palace, so she moved out to live alone after she became pregnant."
"Later, Xiahou Zhuo was born, and then his sister, whose name should be Xiahou Yuli. Xiahou Zhuo took great care of his sister and would not tolerate anyone bullying her. It was because he wanted to protect his sister that Xiahou Zhuo started practicing martial arts."
"Later, it was lost when her sister was about seven or eight years old... That accessory should have been given to him by his sister."
Yan Qing said: "He and his sister both suffered."
Li Diudiu's expression changed: "Sir, was his sister murdered?"
Yan Qing said: "I don't know, I always feel that it should be related to those people in the palace. Xiahou Zhuo has been searching for several years but there is no news. Why is he getting close to people in the martial arts world? He also wants to make more friends to find out the whereabouts of his sister , but after several years..."
Yan Qingzhi shook his head: "I was careless just now."
Li Diudiu's mood also became heavy.
How could human hearts be so sinister?
Li Diudiu is not such a person, Yan Qingzhi is not such a person, and Xiahou Zhuo has gone through many dangers but he is not that kind of person, so it is difficult for them to understand why human hearts can be so evil that they have no bottom line.
"Let's go back."
Yan Qing said: "What I hate most in my life is people who attack children. Those who can attack children are worse than animals."
Li Diudiu remembered this sentence.
It is so painful to be separated from your family.
In the room, Xiahou Zhuo was not actually asleep. He was holding the tassel pendant in his hand, his eyes full of tears, which had already wet the pillow.
He didn't hear what Yan Qingzhi said outside the courtyard, he was just thinking about his sister.
It has been several years and I don't know if she is still alive.
The next morning, Taoist Changmei came out of the inn where he was staying, stretched his arms towards the direction where the sun was rising. Having been used to living a life of wandering, the recent period seemed so leisurely and comfortable, and every day seemed perfect.
He has never been a person without limits, otherwise he would not have been able to raise a child like Li Diudiu. He knows how to be grateful, knows when to advance and retreat, and understands that his current life is hard-earned.
After walking for a while, I came across a shop selling tofu pudding. I went in and ordered a bowl of tofu pudding. It was a small shop run by a couple. The owner asked casually, "Do you want sweet or salty?"
Taoist Changmei thought this was a serious question, so he asked, "Is sweet tofu pudding considered to be tofu pudding?"
A guest sitting next to him couldn't sit still and glanced at the Taoist with long eyebrows: "Is salty tofu pudding considered tofu pudding?"
Taoist Long Eyebrows looked at the guest and said seriously, "What's so sweet about this?"
The customer refused to give in: "What's there to eat if it's not salty enough?"
Taoist Long Eyebrows snorted: "Have you eaten it?"
The guest asked, "Have you eaten it again?"
The two looked at each other, and the Taoist with long eyebrows said, "Then let's eat it in exchange, and then we'll talk about it."
The two men each ordered a bowl of tofu pudding, gave the salty one to the guest and the sweet one to the Taoist priest with long eyebrows. They each took a bite and then summed it up in one word.
"Pooh!"
"Pooh!"
The man rolled his long eyebrows and said, "We have different paths."
Taoist Long Eyebrows: "Obviously it's the mouth that's different."
The two of them chatted back and forth for a long time in this debate that happened without any warning but seemed inevitable. Fortunately, both of them were quite tolerant and no one got angry. They talked about the topic of tofu pudding, northern and southern cuisines, and then from northern and southern cuisines to the differences between the north and the south.
The more they talked, the more they got along . There was no longer any sign of disagreement at all. Instead, they were having a very happy chat.
"Sir, you must have traveled a lot."
The guest asked.
He looked to be about forty years old, wearing a moon-white gown, like a scholar. He was not wearing brocade clothes and probably had no status or fame, but his conversation was very knowledgeable.
And he didn't know why, but Taoist Changmei always felt that this middle-aged man had a bit of nobility. Even if he wore this cloth gown, it looked like a brocade robe and jade belt on him. The most obvious part of his nobility was his eyebrows and eyes.
Hearing the guest's question, the Taoist with long eyebrows shook his head and said, "I have only traveled around Jiyou and have never been to the south. What I just said was what I heard and saw from others."
The guest nodded and said: "Books have their own changes and beautiful scenery. Sir, you are very knowledgeable."
Taoist Long Eyebrows felt that since he was praised, he should also praise him back, so he said, "Sir, you are very generous."
The guest smiled and shook his head: "What kind of temperament is that? If there is any temperament, it is just pedantic... I see a Bagua plate hanging on your belt. Are you a Taoist? But I don't see you wearing a Taoist robe, so I'm not sure."
The Taoist with long eyebrows smiled and said, "It is true that I am a Taoist, but that was also in the past..."
The guest smiled and changed his address. He asked, "Master, can you tell fortunes?"
Changmei said: "No, but if you want to hear good things, I can talk to you for half a day, and if you want to hear bad things, I can talk to you for a whole day."
The guest asked: "Why can good words be said for half a day, but bad words can be said for a whole day?"
Changmei replied, "Because when you read people's fortunes, you get a reward if you say something good, some are more, some are less. If you say something bad, you might make a lot of money. It all depends on whether the person who hears it believes it or not."
The guest laughed out loud, thinking that Changmei was a really interesting person, so he looked at the shopkeeper and said, "He's on me. I'll pay for it."
After thinking for a moment, Changmei said, "Since you invited me to dinner, I'll show it to you for free..."
The guest asked, "Sir, don't you know how to read faces?"
Changmei said seriously: "Because you didn't mention money just now."
guest:"……"
Although Changmei was sitting opposite the guest, there was no reason for him to stare at a person's face. After taking a closer look, he found something unusual. As the saying goes, 50% appearance and 50% temperament make up a person's face, and sometimes, judging by temperament is more accurate than judging by appearance.
"Your Excellency."
Changmei was stunned: "I shouldn't do that."
The guest asked, "Why not? Why not?"
Changmei said, "From your face, I can see that you are a wealthy and powerful person, but how can I meet such a wealthy and powerful person in this small shop? Besides, you are not wearing brocade clothes, and you have no official title, so I am a little unsure."
The guest laughed and said, "The fact that you can tell that someone is rich and powerful shows that you have some skills..."
He stretched out his hand: "How does it look?"
Changmei nodded, looked at the man's open palm, and recalled what he had learned in his life. The more he looked, the more outrageous it seemed to him, and the more frightened he became.
The guest asked: "What did you see?"
Taoist Long Eyebrow shook his head and said, "To be honest, the so-called fortune-telling, whether it is the face or the palm, is mostly a lie. It is nothing more than observing the words and expressions. There are all kinds of sayings about the texture of the palm, but it is not accurate... But your hands, at this age, are still like those of a woman, without the slightest callus, not even a bit of old skin..."
The customer was startled, then smiled and said, "So this is how fortune-telling works. Have we been cheated in the past?"
He stood up, took out his purse, took out two silver pieces, put one on the table and handed the other to Changmei.
"Your fortune-telling money."
Changmei shook his head quickly: "I haven't said anything yet, I can't accept it."
The guest said, "Then just say a few words."
Changmei opened his mouth, and finally exhaled, saying: "You seem to have had a bloody disaster recently."
